Marked

The mark appeared on the inside of his wrist on a Tuesday morning, forming in his bleary-eyed vision as he slowly woke. At first, Adam assumed it was nothing more than yet more evidence of the hazards of being clumsy, dragging himself up to sit to begin the latest game of guess my bruise. But as he blinked his eyes, even rubbed the heels of his hands against them to rid him of sleep, the mark stood out clearer. It was a vague crescent shape with one point thicker than the other, giving him t...